Autumn's Ball

Come now, to Autumn's ball
And marvel as the oak's leaves fall
Adorned in scarlet and crimson attire
With beauteous grace, their dance does inspire

An intricate waltz as they glide to the ground
To the orchestra of the blackbird's sound
The forest's ensemble, melodies sung sweet
That resounds through the woods, a steady beat

Sycamores sway to elegant sound
As their hands intertwined, and by passion, are bound
Enlightened by light, dancing across their form
Within its body and soul the light did adorn

And as I indulged on the alluring display
Such a delightful scene that before did play
Within Autumn's ball I became entranced
As golden leaves and sycamores danced

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